The kiss was strange, given the previous attempts had all been shallow excuses to tease him and yet this one was very unusual, it had such a sad passiveness to it, like one might kiss a long lost lover or someone believed to be dead. He was starting to get the unpleasant feeling that his future wasn't all that bright. He couldn't say why, just those little feelings. An odd vibe that came from this whole thing. Though he did find it hard to ponder the complexities of the Doctor and his reactions in this position and while this turned on.

When the blind fold was removed, he didn't open his eyes. Gently was the best way, light was always hard to readapt to. He slowly opened them, looking at the Doctor with a very obvious expression of loathing and annoyance. And somewhere, deep down, arousal. Maybe even a flicker of amusement. Though he didn't need his eyes to give that one away. "Untie me and let me give you a thorough fucking as revenge?" the Master suggested simply, a half smile coming to his face because honestly, it was easier somehow, seeing his face. Seeing that it was a game and not cruelty.

Because regardless of what he said or did, the Doctor could be unspeakably cruel and the Master would never be foolish enough to trust him entirely. Looking at him, he raised an eyebrow, curious as ever. "Are you losing your stamina already? And you say I have no follow through."